Filed under: thinking
i am bored.
i learned long ago in existentialism that boredom is the lowest form of misery. therefore, i am also miserable.
i am still in the office though i have announced my resignation some days ago. i think they have separation anxiety. or at least they are worried about the trade secrets i would be carrying with me. they don’t know what to do with me, that is, whether to let me go unscathed or perhaps threaten me to stay. in any case, i still feel beholden to this place, yet i would feel sheepish accepting pay for the last few days i’ve been coming to “work”. mostly, i’ve been wilfing through the internet (wilf-what was i looking for?).
i want to go out already. i had some outfits reserved at the mall and i have to get them today. i am not typically impulsive when buying clothes, but under the circumstances, i had to do whatever it takes to possess the better-looking ensembles for my expanding belly. pregnancy after all is no reason to be tacky.
plus i have to go to the bank. and i’m getting really hungry.
so i’m bored, miserable, uptight and confused. this is a fantastic last day at work.
